Fumbling The Bag Meaning Novels & Stories

she said while walking ahead she was holding his bag in her arms when he grabbed her arm. She looked at Pete and Liam who were looking at her with a mischievous smile. “I have not, I have not taken your bag, the students, some students had stolen mine and then I saw yours, I thought that’s mine, after all the bags are identical,” she said while gulping, she was looking inside his eyes. He got lost. There were tears in her eyes. He let her go slowly but she was not ready for this, she fell on the floor when she lost his strong hold.

I was trying to avoid the glances of the bustling villagers when someone in a rush bumped into my back. "Hey! My bag! Be careful with that—!" I yelled. The gaunt but agile man is running away from me! If it wasn't for the carrier, I will catch up but the thief drops my sling back eventually. He escapes without it. I picked my bag from the dust and shook it off. This enchanted bag scorches anyone who holds it that has an intention to steal it.

Today is supposed to be my brother's bachelor's party and we're supposed to be having fun, but now I don't think I can have fun. Throwing one last punch, the punching bag fell off the hinges holding it up and flew to the corner with full force. I bent down, hands on my knees as I tried to catch my breath. There was one thing on my mind. Only one thing replaying over and over again in my head. I'm fucked. —

This can't be fucking happening. I walked close to the machine and lightly tapped my fingers aganist the cold glass. The bag stayed right where it was and I let out a frustrated sigh. After five minutes of furious glass tapping, I gave up. Letting my arms drop to my sides, I glared daggers at the delicacy playing hard to get. I looked around. Seeing that the corridor was practically deserted, I lifted my foot slightly above the ground in an attempt to kick the damn machine half to life.

Another struggle to get it down. There was no support to help me with getting up there. Even the heels were useless. I began to jump, trying to knock it over. A first attempt failed. Another one and another one until the fifth time, which already had me panting from the unplanned exercise. The bag fell over with me stumbling to catch it, so it wouldn't shatter. My movement led to me crashing into something. No, someone. His torso was hard, and his grip on both of my shoulders to steady me was firm.

“I don’t scent anyone around you. No one touched you if that is what you thought might have happened. Maybe when you tripped over something and the bag went under your car.” “I never thought about that. I just went to the worst of things. I guess it is the time of year, and I am so scatterbrained lately. Can you check and see if the bag is there?” Faith asked as she looked up at him. All she had to do was look up at him with those big chocolate eyes of hers.

Occasionally, someone would hurry past me, but none of them stopped to wonder why a young boy was wandering the streets with a luggage bag. The streetlights elongated my and my luggage bag's shadows. Truth be told, I had long forgotten where the orphanage was located. I simply kept heading west, guided by my hazy memories. My arm was aching terribly, and I could barely lift it by the time I made it to the fourth traffic light. The road was very wide. I was halfway across it when my luggage bag suddenly got stuck in a hole in the road. I tugged on it with all my might, but it refused to budge. I had no choice but to kneel and try to lift the bag out of the hole.